Regular Girl

Someone once said of Regular Girl that if Chet Baker had had the chance to hear her play, he’d have fallen under her spell without a moment’s hesitation. A very peculiar image, when you think of what could unite this jazz monument with this ordinary girl. We’re entering the third decade of the 21st century, and Regular Girl is playing guitar folk from the Old Continent. And here we are. Bewildered from the first listen, as if adrift on the waves that separate us from these two universes across the Atlantic, these two centuries and these musical aesthetics that time seems to have eliminated.

With Regular Girl, however, this relationship with time and space resurfaces. From our present, densely packed with ephemeral experiences, there’s something in Regular Girl’s music that we know to be permanent. In an age of digitalization, artificial intelligence and the saturated omnipresence of music, the timbre of her voice and the minimalism of her guitar surface in us like a whisper in the hubbub.